I went on a date last night. I also drank stella until 2 in the morning last night. These events are not unrelated.

I, as always, I had hope. Things did not go well. She never understood my sarcasm, that is a deal breaker. I speak in a cryptic language where facial appearance and body posture are far more important then anything I say. This happens, I am not a particularly easy dude to understand. I am not particularly complex, just stupid in how I communicate.

Oh well, these things happen. I will live.

No, I wasn't drinking with her. I ended up at LongBar with McD. Stella is good for the soul. And belly. But not so much for waking up in time to go to lunch with a friend. Shit. My bad, Greg. Gomen.

Oh, I got a job or something. I guess I start on the 24th. Next round is on me.
- posted by Pat @ 3:09 PM